by VERMEESHA
We’re trying to build a ladder to Jesus, one strand at a time. My momma always told me that when we finally grow enough hair to get there, he’ll kick us out. But we know she’s wrong.
Me and Michael walk downtown to buy fresh milk and cucumbers. We saw our father, but we said nothing. We bought the pinto beans and raspberry juice, and turned around to head home. Everything fell out of our hands when we bumped into this white chocolate girl. Her hair flowed like fondue, her scent was so sugary and sweet that I got 4 cavities, and her skin was velvety smooth, just like white chocolate.
When we walked her home, she invited us in. Everything was the purest of whites, we didn’t want to touch anything for the fear we’d get it dirty. We went through the house seeing the broken headboard, the TV with every channel playing static, and the cracks in the white cement floors.
She took us to the basement. In the whole house, the only dark colors were in the basement. Absolutely everything was black, including us. For the rest of out lives, we ate peanut bagels and peppermint hot chocolate in the cold dark black basement.
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